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This chapter is for Elle, because a) I keep threatening her with Tony/Jeanne icons, and b) because this is a bribe for her not to kill one of my fave characters from her fic (read 'Deteriotion of the Fight or Flight Response' if you have no idea what I'm talking about. If you haven't read it, it's great.)

Enjoy!!

Chapter 10

Gibbs and McGee walked into the squadroom half an hour after Tony had left the lab. They wanted to be sure that they didn't walk into the middle of an argument.

Instead of finding the scene they had pictured, they walked in to find Tony sitting awkwardly on the floor, with a now silent Ziva leaning against him.

Tony looked up as Gibbs cleared his throat. He nodded.

"Ziva," Gibbs said quietly. Ziva looked at him through red eyes.

"What?"

"You wanna go home?"

Ziva shook her head. "No."

Gibbs watched her for a moment, then sat down at his desk.

"What evidence do you have against Jamal?" Ziva asked after Tony helped her to her desk. "Truthfully."

Gibbs explained everything to her, except for the part about Jamal working for Mossad.

"And there's no evidence to the contrary?" she asked.

"Not that we've found," Gibbs said.

Ziva fiddled with papers on her desk.

Gibbs leant against the front of her desk. "Ziva, we can't have you here working the case with us."

"Why not?" Gibbs looked away. "There's something you aren't telling me, isn't there."

"Yes," Gibbs said.

"What-"

"I can't tell you that yet, Ziva."

Ziva frowned at him. "Can I go visit Abby then?"

Gibbs thought about it for a moment. "Sure."

Tony reached his hand out to help Ziva up from her chair, but she slapped it away. "I'm not a child," she said as she walked past.

Tony shrank back to his desk.

Ziva walked silently into the lab. Abby was sitting on a chair at the desk, talking to herself, and didn't even notice Ziva was there.

"Why didn't she tell us about her family? Maybe she didn't trust us enough…which is stupid because we all trust each other with our lives. But Chaim is the cutest kid ever! Maybe she just didn't want to talk about it because she might cry and that would be a sign of weakness or something-"

"No,' Ziva said.

Abby jumped and turned around. "Ziva! How long have you been there?"

"Long enough," Ziva said. Abby could tell she was annoyed, and she could guess why.

Ziva walked over to the table and looked at the evidence that was spread out. She recognized some of it from her house in Israel. A broken photo frame, charred remains of furniture, and some bits and pieces from the lounge room.

She noticed another box that hadn't been unpacked yet. She pulled of the lid and looked at the contents.

It was full of burnt baby toys, books and clothes.

"Oh my God," Ziva said under her breath as she say the debris that was once her home. She had to find her family.

"Chaim! If you can hear Mummy say something!" she called desperately.

She couldn't see either of them. "Jamal?"

She looked down at her shirt. Blood was all over it.

She could feel herself going into shock. She sat down and tried to calm down.

"Ziva!" Someone was calling to her. Ziva felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.

"Jamal?"

"No, it's…" Ziva didn't hear the rest. She fainted.

Abby jumped of her seat and rushed over to Ziva. "Ziva? Ziva?!" she exclaimed. She reached for the phone and dialed.

"Yeah, Gibbs."

"Gibbs! Ziva just came down to see me and she was looking through the evidence and then she looked kind of distant and then she passed out on the floor and she's not moving…"

"Didn't think we'd be back here this soon," Jenny said as she passed Gibbs a cup of coffee.

He cringed, but hospital coffee was better than nothing. "Thanks."

Jenny jerked her head towards Tony. "Has he said anything?"

"Not since we got here. He just keeps staring out the window," Gibbs said.

A doctor walked towards them. He knew they were there for Ziva; he had seen them the first time Ziva was in hospital.

"It just looks like she had a panic attack of some sort and fainted. Nothing overly major, but she needs to relax more," he said. "Keep her stress levels to a minimum, and she'll be fine."

"Thank you, Doctor," Jenny said.

A second later Tony was next to them. "What did he say?"

"Ziva should be fine," Jenny said. Gibbs wasn't big on the explaining-the-situation thing. "We have to keep her stress levels down."

"Bringing her to NCIS probably wasn't a good idea," Tony said, looking towards her room.

Jenny nudged him. "Go see her."

"But-"

"We know you want to. Don't pretend," Gibbs said forcefully. Tony walked away quickly.

Jenny looked at Gibbs curiously. "Was that a trace of accepting that two members of your team like each other?" she smiled.

Gibbs looked down at his cup. "This coffee really is shocking."

A/N Please review!! The faster I get this finished the faster I'll be posting my new fic!! (read my profile if you have no idea what I'm talking about).

Hm...I keep talking about things that people don't have a clue about. Gotta stop doing that.

Oh yes. THe whole panic attack thing. I'm not exactly sure how a panic attack works, having never had one myself, so really I have no idea. Go with it.